User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150328064428/@comment-2246928-20150329022751

At her friend's arrival, the weasel's state of ennui immediately disappeared. Virago nodded to the fox, smiling with fangs poking from beneath her lips. "Not a single tattered sail in sight. Think those filthy islander scum finally got it?"